Chords for My Lullaby
Tempo:
87.35 bpm
Chords used:
C
B
F#
G#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[B] [C]
[F#] [B] [C]
[F#] Sleep my [C] little Kovu, [B] let your dreams tickle.
[A#] One day when you're big and [N] strong, you will be a [E] king!
[F#] He is [C] part of the natural [G] design.
[B]
I've been exiled to the city of La [E] Luzio.
And when I [G#] think of what that place did, I get a little [B] tense.
But [E] I dream I'm so pretty that I don't feel so [A] repressed.
And it soothes my [B] inner kitty, and it helps me [F#] get some rest.
The sound of [C] Simba's dying [B] gasp, his daughter [C] squealing in my grasp, his lioness's [E] mournful cry, [G]
[F#] that's my [B] lullaby.
Now [C] the past I try forgiving, and my foes I can [C] forgive.
But from this I know it's heavy.
[G#]
[C] I hate to let them live.
[F] So I found myself somebody who's in [A#] my office three.
And [A] the battle may be bloody, but the [G] kind [C] works for me.
The [G#] melody of angry growls, [C] a chanted [C#] point of painful howls, a symphony [A#] of jazz.
[F] Oh, my, [G] that's my [C] lullaby.
Sleep, my little termite.
[G] Rest this little [D] thing.
[C] One day when you're big [F] and strong, [G#] you will [C] be a [G#] king!
[C#] The [D] pounding of the drums of war, the thrill of cold, muggy roar, the joy of [B] brimstone set to fire.
I can hear the children [C#] call for war to die.
Then our time is nearing, then our flag will [C#m] fly against a blood [F#]-red sky.
Oh, [G#] that's [A] my [G#]
[F#] [C#] lullaby.
[D]
[C#] Sleep, little prince.
Good night.
[F#] [B] [C]
[F#] Sleep my [C] little Kovu, [B] let your dreams tickle.
[A#] One day when you're big and [N] strong, you will be a [E] king!
[F#] He is [C] part of the natural [G] design.
[B]
I've been exiled to the city of La [E] Luzio.
And when I [G#] think of what that place did, I get a little [B] tense.
But [E] I dream I'm so pretty that I don't feel so [A] repressed.
And it soothes my [B] inner kitty, and it helps me [F#] get some rest.
The sound of [C] Simba's dying [B] gasp, his daughter [C] squealing in my grasp, his lioness's [E] mournful cry, [G]
[F#] that's my [B] lullaby.
Now [C] the past I try forgiving, and my foes I can [C] forgive.
But from this I know it's heavy.
[G#]
[C] I hate to let them live.
[F] So I found myself somebody who's in [A#] my office three.
And [A] the battle may be bloody, but the [G] kind [C] works for me.
The [G#] melody of angry growls, [C] a chanted [C#] point of painful howls, a symphony [A#] of jazz.
[F] Oh, my, [G] that's my [C] lullaby.
Sleep, my little termite.
[G] Rest this little [D] thing.
[C] One day when you're big [F] and strong, [G#] you will [C] be a [G#] king!
[C#] The [D] pounding of the drums of war, the thrill of cold, muggy roar, the joy of [B] brimstone set to fire.
I can hear the children [C#] call for war to die.
Then our time is nearing, then our flag will [C#m] fly against a blood [F#]-red sky.
Oh, [G#] that's [A] my [G#]
[F#] [C#] lullaby.
[D]
[C#] Sleep, little prince.
Good night.
Key:
C
B
F#
G#
G
C
B
F#
_ _ _ [B] _ _ _ [C] _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[F#] Sleep my [C] little Kovu, [B] let your dreams tickle.
[A#] One day when you're big and [N] strong, you will be a [E] king!
_ [F#] He is _ [C] part of the natural [G] design.
[B] _
I've been exiled to the city of La [E] Luzio.
And when I [G#] think of what that place did, I get a little [B] tense.
But [E] I dream I'm so pretty that I don't feel so [A] repressed.
And it soothes my [B] inner kitty, and it helps me [F#] get some rest.
The sound of [C] Simba's dying [B] gasp, his daughter [C] squealing in my grasp, his lioness's [E] mournful cry, [G]
[F#] that's my [B] lullaby.
Now [C] the past I try forgiving, and my foes I can [C] forgive.
But from this I know it's heavy.
[G#]
[C] I hate to let them live.
[F] So I found myself somebody who's in [A#] my office three.
And [A] the battle may be bloody, but the [G] kind [C] works for me.
The [G#] melody of angry growls, [C] a chanted [C#] point of painful howls, a symphony [A#] of jazz.
[F] Oh, my, [G] that's my _ [C] lullaby. _
Sleep, my little termite.
[G] Rest this little [D] thing.
[C] One day when you're big [F] and strong, [G#] you will [C] be a _ _ _ _ [G#] king!
[C#] The [D] pounding of the drums of war, the thrill of cold, muggy roar, the joy of [B] brimstone set to fire.
I can hear the children [C#] call for war to die.
Then our time is nearing, then our flag will [C#m] fly against a blood [F#]-red sky.
Oh, [G#] that's [A] my [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] lullaby.
_ [D] _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ Sleep, little prince.
_ Good night. _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [C] _
[F#] Sleep my [C] little Kovu, [B] let your dreams tickle.
[A#] One day when you're big and [N] strong, you will be a [E] king!
_ [F#] He is _ [C] part of the natural [G] design.
[B] _
I've been exiled to the city of La [E] Luzio.
And when I [G#] think of what that place did, I get a little [B] tense.
But [E] I dream I'm so pretty that I don't feel so [A] repressed.
And it soothes my [B] inner kitty, and it helps me [F#] get some rest.
The sound of [C] Simba's dying [B] gasp, his daughter [C] squealing in my grasp, his lioness's [E] mournful cry, [G]
[F#] that's my [B] lullaby.
Now [C] the past I try forgiving, and my foes I can [C] forgive.
But from this I know it's heavy.
[G#]
[C] I hate to let them live.
[F] So I found myself somebody who's in [A#] my office three.
And [A] the battle may be bloody, but the [G] kind [C] works for me.
The [G#] melody of angry growls, [C] a chanted [C#] point of painful howls, a symphony [A#] of jazz.
[F] Oh, my, [G] that's my _ [C] lullaby. _
Sleep, my little termite.
[G] Rest this little [D] thing.
[C] One day when you're big [F] and strong, [G#] you will [C] be a _ _ _ _ [G#] king!
[C#] The [D] pounding of the drums of war, the thrill of cold, muggy roar, the joy of [B] brimstone set to fire.
I can hear the children [C#] call for war to die.
Then our time is nearing, then our flag will [C#m] fly against a blood [F#]-red sky.
Oh, [G#] that's [A] my [G#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ [C#] lullaby.
_ [D] _
[C#] _ _ _ _ _ Sleep, little prince.
_ Good night. _ _ _ _